Sticks and stones may be my friends…

As you may recall from earlier posts, I like to introduce my friends to my Mum.

We started small with pebbles, and worked our way up through stones, pieces of paving slab, slugs, snails (I already have a puppy-dog tail) and small, well big, well OK entire sections of the clematis, all lovingly carried in my lovely soft retriever mouth, and with my dopey grin.

But now I am grown up I have forsaken these friends for something much grander.

“Angus?”

“Yesh”

“What’s that in your mouth?”

“What, thish?”

“Yes, that”

“Itsh my new friend.”

“Your friend?”

“Yesh”

“I imagine your new friend is a bit of a mouthful?”

“Yesh, a bit.”

“And a little painful to hold?”

“Now you come to menshun it, yesh, a bit.  I wash wondering about that.

But it came into my area out the back, sho I imagined it wash here to play.”

“To play?”

“Yesh”

<sigh> “Angus?”

“Yesh”

“That’s a hedgehog.  It has prickly spines to deter predators.  Perhaps you should put it down now.  How about a biscuit instead?”

Ooh, yesh please.”

And Angus?”

Yes?”

You are, and forever will be, a Klutz of the highest order.”

“Thank you.  Is that title like the Nobel prize, with a cash prize?  If so can we use the money to buy more biscuits, please?”

“Oh Angus!”

  1. Wonderful ???

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